She's an investment banker.He's an outlaw biker.A little bit of heaven is about to meet a whole lot of hell.Morgan Powell was raised to be perfect, to set an example for her sisters to follow. Her life has been dedicated to making something of her career, so she wouldn’t know what to do with a man even if you gave her an instruction manual.Brett 'Ice' Grady spends his days trying to keep up with his teenage daughter, his nights consumed in Regulators’ MC business. He has no time for anything more than a casual hookup.Two worlds collide when the dangers of his life crash into the calm of hers.Can she go beyond her own boundaries and chip her way through to the man known to be as cold as ice? Loosely attached to Chelsea Camaron's Hellions Series and Jessie Lane's Ex Ops Series.

It Started Like This

By Jessie Lane

(A Chelsea Camaron approved message)

Chelsea Camaron and I do a lot of plotting together. In fact, she’s the person I call to help me through my writer’s blocks. For me, the Regulators MC was an idea I thought up shortly after writing Secret Maneuvers. In depth, the Regulators MC is quite a bit different from what I’ve seen concept wise. However, I was intimidated by the idea of stepping into the biker romance arena. So, I put the idea on the back burner although CC said she thought it would totally kick ass.Time passed, and then I started writing Stripping Her Defenses. This was where I knew the Regulators MC would make an entrance into my writing world. They were always involved in Riley Sullivan’s story line and how he finds his ex-wife after their divorce. But the more I thought about them, the more I loved the idea of them. Still, I didn’t think I could do it on my own. I, admittedly, am not the expert at that sort of alpha man.Then it hit me. I needed my best friend. She writes an alpha man like nobody’s business!So I called CC and I laid it all out for her, positively sure I was going to have to beg. And I would have too. I would have begged and pleaded and even shed crocodile tears to talk her into the Regulators MC project. Luckily, she didn’t make me do all that. She immediately started spouting ideas for the series and I asked her if she would marry me and have little author babies with me.She told me our husband’s probably wouldn’t like that idea but we could totally write those books.So, I gave up the idea of running away and marrying my bestie and settled for writing the Regulators MC instead. I’m SO glad she said yes. She’s breathed this amazing, unbelievable life into characters in a way I never could have accomplished. I’m a lucky, lucky woman to have a friend who balances me so beautifully. She’s my ying to her yang.In closing, I can’t wait for everyone to read Ice. It already blows me away and it’s not even done yet. These characters… AHHH I love these characters. I can honestly say I couldn’t have done it without the fabulous, incredible, marvelous (I’m kissing my best friend’s ass here, bear with me) stunning, phenomenal friend. Hopefully, after you read Ice, you’ll love it as much as we both do.Thanks for having me here today! Happy reading everyone!

Ice Playlist

Ice’s playlist is filled with hard rockin’ songs that we feel represent the rugged men of the Regulators Motorcycle Club. These guys may be rough and tumble, but deep down they’re the type of men that would fight to the death for their woman.Chelsea Camaron’s Songs:Evanescence - Lost In ParadiseThirty Seconds to Mars - Hurricane - This is the lifestyle of The Regulators MC (would you kill to save a life, would you kill to prove you are right are some of the lyrics).Don Omar, Tego Calderon - Bandoleros - Tied up in a world with the Cuban Mafia.Three Days Grace - Give Me A ReasonHalestorm - Better Sorry than SafeStaind - Something to Remind YouThree Days Grace - HomeThree Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You - When Morgan first meets Ice he's an ass. The first few times they are around each other there isn't love shared between them.Jessie Lane’s Playlist:Otherwise - Darker Side of the MoonHellyeah – Moth – How I see Ice’s slow burning infatuation with the innocent Morgan.Starset - My DemonsNonpoint - Breaking SkinDevour the Day – Respect - Ice isn’t the sort of man who would trust easily. You’d have to earn that sort of respect by showing him just what sort of person you are. A pushover would never be able to hold the position he holds in the Regulators MC.Demon Hunter - The Last One Alive – Ice has personal demons that follow him in the form of his ex. He’s a haunted man.Chelsea and I are still working on Ice, so there will definitely be more songs added to the playlist between now and release day. Ice release December 8th, 2014, so get ready to grab those e-readers and delve into some alpha, bad boy biker goodness!

Jessie Lane is the best selling author of The Star Series, Big Bad Bite Series and the Ex Ops Series.She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in the making and her over protective alpha husband. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.Jessie writes Adult Paranormal and Contemporary Romance & Upper YA Fantasy/Paranormal Romance.

Chelsea Camaron was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children but her heart is always Carolina day dreaming.Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of us, let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her own advice.Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and from that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles, which just so happened to inspired her ‘Daddy’s Girls’ series. Her love for reading has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more projects in the works.When she is not spending her days writing you can find her playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in.She hates being serious and is still a big kid at heart. She is a small town country girl enjoying life and, Chelsea hopes that her readers remember not to take life too seriously and to embrace your inner five year old, because five year olds know how to enjoy the simple things in life and how to always have fun.

Christian Mitchell
has always made her parents proud. She excels in everything she puts her mind
to, and because of her intelligence, has warranted herself a top notch
education at Kentucky State University. Though an achievement to be proud of,
Christian longs for something else.

To be accepted by her peers.

To be popular.

To be loved.

Now in her junior year of college, Christian moves from the dorm to a house with other female
students. She’s on a mission to break out of her shell, and she’s willing to do
just about anything to make it happen. When her plan results in tragedy, Christian is left vulnerable, and more
alone than she’s ever been. She can’t tell her family, who’d never understand,
and she refuses to share what occurred with her best friend Ethan, because of their romantic past.

Will Christian find
what she’s desperately searching for, or will her actions have dire
consequences that can cost her so much more than she could ever imagine?

~ Synopsis ~

After escaping her abusive parents, nineteen-year-old Kenna Sloane is determined to create an independent life, free of emotional distraction. The last thing this focused college student wants is a relationship, especially with a hot rookie cop popular with the badge bunnies.When Kenna reluctantly agrees to a double date with Santa Monica cop Donovan Alexander, she’s launched on an exciting and dangerous journey. With time, she discovers some souls are instinctively drawn together to quiet the pain of their traumatic pasts. But even after the revelation of Donovan’s own secret burden, Kenna continues to battle the fear she may be too broken for her modern day knight in blue. Can Kenna open her heart to the healing light of true love before peril strikes?

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“Now, that’s not fair. How can someone look so unbelievably hot in just my T-shirt and boxer briefs?” He makes me blush, which is not easy to do. He saunters over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, letting his hands slowly wander down the back of the boxers. Grazing my backside with both hands, Donovan gently grabs a handful. “These look so damn sexy on you. Forget about Victoria’s Secret.”

“I may have to steal these to wear at home,” I say. “I like the way the shirt smells of you.” I lift the collar, taking a whiff.

“Really? They’re clean.”

“I know I can smell the laundry soap, but I can also smell your scent on it.”

“Hmm. Something about that is sexy, too. Okay, you can take the shirt home, but we’ll keep these boxers here for you when you sleep over. Deal?” Donovan says, squeezing my bottom. “Now let’s get this cute little ass of yours into my bed.”

I giggle and pause at the foot of the bed.

“Wait. What side do you sleep on?”
He points to the right side, furthest from the door. “I sleep on that side.” Which makes sense since the alarm clock is over there. So I walk over to the left side and slide in under the covers. Donovan takes a quick trip to the bathroom and when he comes out he turns the lights off, checks the locks on the door, and comes over to his side of the bed, slipping under the covers.

“Can I kiss you good night?” he asks, shifting on his side to face me.

“I would love that. Please do,” I purr at him.

The room is almost pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the clock radio, but I can make out Donovan is leaning in for a kiss. When our lips connect a warm glow begins to spread from my face to my neck and down my body. So slowly and gently we move our lips together. The contact awakens all the sexual feelings suppressed throughout the night, during our no-touching ride-along. Donovan lifts his hand to stroke the side of my face and cradles my head, deepening the kiss. His tongue is cool and tastes of toothpaste and Diet Coke. Our breaths begin to mingle and come at a more rapid rate. With every exhale Donovan absorbs the earlier tension allowing me to relax and succumb to him. We continue to kiss—lips, tongue, lips and tongue, making love with our mouths.

Donovan’s hand leaves my face and, starting at my waist, inches up to my right breast. Skimming the pad of his thumb along my erect nipple, he sends a shockwave of passion right between my thighs and I arc into his hand. His kissing becomes more urgent and our breaths come in quick short bursts forcing us to break. Moving his lips along my jawline to my neck and over to the sensitive spot below my ear, he continues kissing, licking and sucking on my neck and fondling my right breast over the T-shirt.

Moving his hand back down to my waist, he slips his hand under the shirt, stroking my bare skin and making me shudder. A small whimper seeps from my mouth, and like a beacon, the sound brings Donovan’s lips back to mine. With each stroke he moves his hand higher up my shirt. The anticipation of his hand touching my breast is almost agonizing, and I begin sucking and biting at his lower lip and teasing his mouth with my tongue. I want him to touch me so badly, but he’s taking his time.

About the Author

Since childhood, Kaitlyn Stone has gravitated toward fairy tales and happily- ever-after's, forever chasing the first love dragon. She is a self-professed adventure junkie, constantly talking her husband and family into some new life adventure, where they’ve learned to just buckle up for the exciting ride. When they do stay home, it’s in sunny Southern California located along the Pacific Ocean.

Feel by Karen-AnneStewartPublication date: December 2014Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance

Synopsis:

The one whose emotions I can’t feel is the one who makes me feel the most.I was a sensitive, at least that’s what I was told by the boy who saved me from the overwhelming emotions that consumed my soul, the boy who saved me from myself when my gift became stronger. Through the years, he was my redemption, my reason to take my next breath…then, he was gone.Jensen always told me I was strong, but I didn’t believe him until I was forced to be strong on my own, and I kept breathing without him. I’ve taken 42 million breaths since the moment he sent me away. Now, four years later, he’s standing in front of me, and I can barely breathe.This isn’t just a story about the abilities I possess; it’s a story about something much stronger…the love of the man who possesses every part of me.***Disclaimer – Feel is intended for readers 18+ due to strong language, mature scenes, and some violence.

I
place my hand over his, leaning my cheek against the warmth of his touch before
backing away so I can see him. I’m insane for falling for him again, but
it seems my heart isn’t giving me a choice at the moment, ignoring how the rest
of me is scared as hell it will never survive if he breaks it this time.

“I don’t want you to hurt,” I whisper. I don’t.

“Then, please stop fighting what we are together and get your stubborn ass over
here so I can kiss you like I haven’t seen your pretty face in four long
fucking years.”

I take one step towards him and that’s all he needs to wrap me in his arms,
pulling me against his chest to close the rest of the distance between us as
his hungry mouth collides against mine. His teeth nip the fullness of my
bottom lip then his tongue caresses and strokes the sensitive, tingling
skin. All strength in my body is stolen by the liberating dominance in
his kiss, bruising and healing wrapped in one breathtaking seduction. My
knees no longer work, but the rest of my body becomes alive, responding to his
touch, awakening me from the emptiness I’ve lived in for so long. This is
what I’ve craved. What I’ve missed. His taste, scent, and touch
have haunted me, and I breathe them all in deeply now, terrified they will be
gone again.

His fingers slide against my neck before softly tangling my hair in his
fist. My head spins at his gentle touch mixed with his rough, passionate
kiss. My lips part, granting his tongue all the access it wants, and he
takes it greedily, sliding his tongue against mine, taming and setting me
free. His kiss is scorching, searing me as liquid heat pulses low in my
stomach. I feel the damp cotton pressing against where I need him to be so
badly right now. Soft whimpers rumble up my throat, the needy pants muffled
against his hot mouth. Jensen’s hand pulls me flush to his body and I feel him,
hardened and throbbing, against my stomach. My gasp fills the air.
I twist my waist, straddling myself against the muscles on his thigh.

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Her
dark eyes are clouded with doubt as she searches me, needing me to tell her
what I see, needing me to be her strength right now after she’s been strong on
her own for far too long, and just needing me. I want to rip
the hearts out of everyone who has hurt her, but I tame the rage so I can give
her everything she needs of me right now. “The second I met you I knew
that you were special and I don’t mean just because of your gift. There’s
this wild gentleness buried inside of you that is rare. You fight for
what you believe, never backing down, even when you felt all the pain, all of
the shit from everyone fighting to restrain you. You didn’t give a damn
what you lost of yourself and did what you felt was right, what needed to be
done. There aren’t many people like you left, Saige. You said I was
your hero, well, I’m not the hero here. You are.

“I’m
sorry,” she blurts, rubbing her hands down her tear stained cheeks.

“That’s a helluva lot to be sorry for.” My lips curve into a smile and
another tear slides down her cheek, leaving a hot, wet trail that I trace with
my finger.

“I’m
also sorry for how I’ve treated you since we met again.”

“You
thought I sent you to a nut house. Don’t sweat it,” I tease, trying
to cheer her up.

“So
that excuses my being a total bitch to you?” Her eyes are red and puffy when
she stops rubbing them and gives me a lopsided smile, looking so damn
beautiful.

“No,
it explains why you’ve been a total bitch,” I grin, giving her
a wicked wink, “but I have a whole other slew of ideas of how you can make up
to me for your bitchiness.”

She
laughs, the sound soft yet strong, and so fucking seducing, the sweet lull
rumbles through her throat like an aphrodisiac. After what she said
about Wes, I can’t be like him. She deserves to know she’s
loved before she gives herself to me. After all she’s been through,
I won’t risk the chance that she’ll get scared I’ll leave her like he
did. There will be no doubt about how much I love her when we make love
for the first time; I’ll make damn sure of that.

AUTHOR BIO:

Karen-AnneStewart has always adored reading and has now fallen in love with writing. Her written works are The Rain Trilogy: Saving Rain, Healing Rain, and After the Rain. Her debut novel, Saving Rain: The First Novel in The Rain Trilogy, was a nominee for the Book Junkie’s Choice Awards and is a nominee for the 2013 RONE Awards.

When Karen-Anne isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, hiking, and visiting new places. She fuels her addiction of creating new stories by her only other addiction, caffeine, and listening to a myriad of musical genres. Tucked away near the Blue Ridge Mountains, Karen-Anne lives with her husband, daughter, two dogs, and their cat. She plans on writing new adult romance as long as her fingers maintain dexterity.

Western Romance

Date Published: October 9, 2014

The last thing cowboy Colt O’Malley needs is another busybody intent on curing him of his grief.

Deeply bitter, Colt finds it almost impossible honoring his brother’s last act of kindness.

Spring Reed grew up in the foster care system and when she finally ages out, she relies on her protector and friend, Billy Jack to help them make a life together. To her horror, Billy becomes an abusive bully.

Her rescuer arrives in the form of a coffee drinking, hard studying, college student, Caleb O’Malley. With a promise of a new job, he buys her a bus ticket from Texas to his family ranch in Montana with the plan to meet her there in a week. Unfortunately, no one met her.

When Old Ed tries to drop Spring off at the O’Malley ranch, Colt tells him to take her back. One glance at the pain in her eyes and he couldn’t send her away. She reminds her of the abused horses he rescues and he had to try to honor Caleb’s wish.

Can two people with scarred souls learn to love again or will bitterness and doubt drive them apart?

Kathleen Ball

Sexy Cowboys and the women who love them...Finalist in the 2012 RONE Awards. Top pick, five star series from the Romance Review. Kathleen Ball writes contemporary western romance with great emotion and memorable characters. Her books are award winners and have appeared on best sellers lists including Amazon's Best Sellers List, All Romance Ebooks, Bookstrand, Desert Breeze Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing Best Sellers list. She is the recipient of eight Editor's Choice Awards, and The Readers' Choice Award for Ryelee's Cowboy. There's something about a cowboy....

Grieving from a tragic loss, a deeply depressed Dahlia retreats with her sister Lily and best friend Vi to a sun-soaked Indonesian paradise to heal. There, she meets soulful surfer Kai, who's seeking to escape from the demons of his own past. Can the spiritual and physical connection between them put back together the pieces of Dahlia's shattered heart?

Mature readers only. 18+

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About the author

Vivian Winslow was born and raised in Southern California. Before becoming a writer, she made a career out of moving around the world every couple of years thanks to her husband’s job. She currently lives in New York City with her husband and two elementary school age children, and is grateful to finally have a place to call home for more than two years. New York is the perfect city to indulge her love of shopping, the arts and especially food.

If she’s not at home writing or running around the city with her kids, you’ll most likely find her indulging in pizza on the Lower East Side or having a cocktail at her favorite bar in Alphabet City. That said, she’s still a California girl at heart and would gladly trade in her heels for a pair of flip-flops to catch a sunset on the beach.
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About Wolfsgate
My resurrection, they call it.
They have no bloody idea.
Shipwrecked and lost, left for dead,
Abandoned by my own family.
Drugged and addicted.
My wife saved me, brought me home.
I didn’t even know I had a wife—can I trust her?
I know I want her.
Desperately.
We are two of a kind—the manipulated, the tossed off, the rejected.
Bitter disappointments, painful secrets, age-old jealousies are my new shipwreck,
and my wife my new opium.
Is satisfaction to be found in revenge or revenge in satisfaction?
One thing I do know, without each other we’re both doomed.Wolfsgate
A sensual 18th century tale of deception and revenge, and the healing of two souls hungering for love and absolution.

The door slammed shut, and a moment later the coach swayed off. The air in the small compartment quickly turned hot and humid.
“Did you enjoy your card game?” Justine asked. “Were you always such an avid player? I suppose your company this evening inspired you.”
Brandon hissed in air and pulled her into his lap with one swift movement. He tugged her legs over his so that she straddled him. Her chest tightened under the fierceness of his eyes and his firm grip. That demanding touch lit a fire inside her, a fire she barely understood. He wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her down close taking her mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue searching for hers, lashing, inflaming her further. Her fingers gripped the thick lapels of his great coat.
His hands traveled down to her hips shoving her into position over him, and a sharp breath escaped her when she felt the pressure of his hardness right between her legs, just where she ached for him. The jostling of the coach pushed her against him roughly, and she let out a small cry as the friction between them multiplied her need. He let out a heavy breath as he slipped one hand under her dress over her bare flesh. Her body jerked in his arms, and a low cry escaped her lips as his fingers found her.
“Yes, there you are,” he breathed, his voice thick in the darkness.
He knew her body very well, and she immediately flooded with heat under his insistent touch. He buried his face in her bosom, his other hand sliding down her rear. Two of his fingers slid inside her, and she shuddered in his arms.
“Brandon…”
“You’re soaked.” He let out an expletive-filled groan.
His fingers claimed her depths as his thumb stroked over her, teasing, rubbing. Her arms clutched his neck and shoulders, her thighs tightened, and she came apart sharply in his grip, letting out a low moan.
“You liked that, eh, Lady Graven?” His smug, harsh tone struck her like an icy blast of winter air. Was that scorn, a taunt? Had he just proven a point? Her heart shrank. He had marked her like an animal in heat, showed her who was her master, proved to her to whom she belonged.
She twisted back from his chest, but his strength was too much for her. His one hand fisted tightly in her hair, and he brought their faces inches apart.
“Are you punishing me?” she asked against his lips, the back of her throat stinging. “Are you trying to teach me a lesson?”
His eyes creased. “Punishing you?”
“Yes, yes, punishing me.”
“What the devil are you talking about?”
“I told you you’d hate me for this marriage, you’d resent me.” Her hands pushed against his shoulders. “Tonight you saw what’s been denied you, and you’re angry.” His body hardened under her, his fingers gripped her bare thigh.
“I am annoyed about Charles and Andrew,” Brandon said, his other hand releasing its tight hold on her hair. “But I don’t hate you.” His hands slid over her hips and pressed into her rear. Her breath caught in the darkness. The gentle yet carnal possessiveness of that gesture only set off a spiral of heat in her chest. “I don’t think I could ever hate you, Justine,” he whispered.

About Cat Porter
CAT PORTER was born and raised in New York City, but also spent a few years in Europe and Texas along the way. As an introverted, only child, she had very big, but very secret dreams for herself. She graduated from Vassar College, was a struggling actress, an art gallery girl, special events planner, freelance writer and had all sorts of other crazy jobs all hours of the day and night to help make her dreams come true. She has two children’s books traditionally published under her maiden name. She now lives in Athens, Greece with her husband and three children, and freaks out regularly and still daydreams way too much. She is addicted to the History Channel, her iPad, her husband’s homemade red wine, really dark chocolate, and her Nespresso coffee machine. Writing keeps her somewhat sane, extremely happy, and a productive member of society.

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